Jumping Dragon Stream.

The mountain is thousands of feet high, the dangerous peaks stand tall, the waterfalls flow between the cliffs and cliffs, and the sound of the waves echoes and stretches endlessly.

Yan Zhen sat on a mountain peak, quietly waiting for the arrival of the two secret realm monks.

The first time he tried to use the weapon control technique, he was not very comfortable with the control of strength, so Zhou Dapang and Zhai Xiaozhen were beaten very badly, dizzy and seriously injured.

"Controlling troops is not just about controlling weapons, maybe controlling people at critical moments can also be done. If it weren't for the fact that the Imperial Pavilion didn't have a Jindan Realm monk, this first-class force would definitely be one of the strongest forces in Kyushu. Yan Zhen sighed in his heart, the timing of the weapon control technique is good, and it is completely possible to move a thousand catties in four or two, so that the strong enemy will suffer heavy losses before he can fully exert his strength.

For example, if a person is suddenly tripped by someone else during the 100-meter sprint, even if he will not be killed, he will be thrown very badly, and this only requires a negligible consumption.

It is really strange that the Imperial Pavilion can have such a powerful inheritance, and it is only a first-class force.

It's just that Yan Zhen is not clear, the cultivation of the soul is the most difficult level, and the heavenly and earthly treasures used for soul cultivation are much more precious than the resources used for ordinary cultivation. There are nearly 1,000 people in the Imperial Soldier Pavilion, and the distribution of resources is also stretched, and it is very rare to be able to supply 100 people to cultivate souls on weekdays, otherwise why should Fu Jian's senior sister marry outside. What's more, the Imperial Weapon Pavilion does not major in soul cultivation, and the soul secret art in the sect is very shallow.

After waiting for a long time, the monks of the Poison Forest Secret Realm scattered in the valley came out one after another.

When they heard the shouts in the canyon, they all had a strong sense of crisis. After all, in the past few days, they have not encountered the large army of the Golden Yuan Secret Realm. If nothing else, they are mortal enemies with the monks of the Golden Plateau Secret Realm, and if they encounter them, they will either surrender or die, and there is no third way to choose.

But when they saw Yan Zhen sitting alone on the mountain peak, they shocked hundreds of people on both sides of the canyon, and their hearts were surging, and after suppressing the rising sense of absurdity, a ray of hope faintly emerged.

No matter what their psychology is, it is because they trust Yan Zhen that they will always follow him so far, and naturally hope to go to the end under his leadership. No one wants to fall halfway through and become someone else's mouth.

If Yan Zhen can accept those hundreds of people, it will be beneficial and harmless to them.

In their minds, others may not be possible, but Yan Zhen has that ability.

In the more than a month in the secret realm of the poisonous forest, even the thorns have smoothed the edges and corners, and after experiencing the combination package of swallow mark bricks and maces, they are all convinced by his methods and strength. Maybe he will make some small moves behind his back, but no one dares to be presumptuous in front of him.

This kind of awe that naturally arises in the heart makes everyone believe and worship him even with some blind colors. They were expecting Yan Ji to create a myth and cut down all the "leaders" of the other seven secret realms.

"Boom!"

There was a rapid sound of breaking wind in the distance, and hundreds of monks hurried under the leadership of a young man in green clothes.

The young man's eyes were like stars, his face was like a crown of jade, his body was bathed in Shenhua, his black hair was scattered behind his back, and his clothes fluttered, giving people a sense of looking down on the dust in the world.

However, when his eyes looked at everyone, he carried the arrogance engraved in his bones, showing his fierce momentum to the fullest.

Forty years ago, he killed a Void Dan Realm Void Pill Realm Junior Stage. Now that he is in the realm of Shidan, I don't know how strong he is. ”

"Forty years ago, wouldn't he have been over half a hundred years old?"

"Haven't you heard of the art of freezing age? Wen Zhiyao is a Tianjiao who has been hidden by the snow of the Qingxiao Holy Land, and has been an ice sculpture in the 'Sitting Forget Lotus Pond' for forty years. These forty years are almost equivalent to forty days in the outside world. ”

Everyone suddenly became fascinated by the lotus pond, such a secret place is not said to be rare in the world, but it must be a huge consumption. Wen Zhiyao was able to get such an opportunity, which showed that the Qingxiao Holy Lord valued him.

As they talked, a red-haired boy with a spear arrived from the lava realm.

His complexion was a healthy wheat color, he was dressed in a neat black shirt, and he was burly and heroic, with long fiery red hair burning like a raging fire, full of wildness and arrogance.

The red-haired young man's eyes were blazing, his breath was mellow, he was not angry and self-imposing, and the bright silver dragon spear in his hand flashed with a terrifying cold light, and he also led hundreds of people to force him towards the canyon.

"That's Chi Chong, the first person in Yuzhou Xudan, a few years ago, when he didn't break through the Shidan realm, he was able to fight alone against the three Shidan realms without defeat, and his strength directly caught up with the saint Liu Jingsong. ”

"Chi Zhong is a strong contender for the first Holy Son of the Qingxu Saint, I heard that he has a good relationship with Liu Jingsong, I don't know if it's true or not?"

"This can still be fake, Chi Zhong had released words before entering the Tianyu realm, and when he returned triumphantly, he proposed to Liu Jingsong. The Holy Lord of Pure Void praised him as the 'unicorn son' of the Holy Land of Clear Void. ”

Yan Zhen listened to everyone's discussion with relish, looked at the two Tianjiao who were extraordinary, his heart was full of contempt, and secretly said that although they looked like dogs, their strength was too poor, so they could barely follow him as a thug, and it was not as useful as Liu Jingsong, so the maid could still warm the bed, these two big men......

"I'll just take in the two of them reluctantly for the sake of Liu Jingsong and Xu Shuxian's face!" Yan Zhen sighed for a long time, and said in his heart that he was still very kind-hearted, and he could hold back his murderous intent at such a time, which showed how kind he was.

He had even figured out how many beatings he had to beat the two of them a day so that they could saddle up and follow him in three days.

"I just need some people to find Lin Yi and Ah Yuan, these two can be sent to the door by themselves, at least they still have the vision. Yan Zhen comforted himself for a long time, forcibly suppressed the murderous intent, and opened his eyes.

Chi Chong smiled, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, staring at the young man sitting on the mountain peak as if he were examining his prey. He had heard Liu Jingsong mention Yan Ji, and one of the goals of this time in the Tianyu Realm Trial Ground was to kill or subdue him.

Because he had made a bet with Liu Jingsong that if he could tame Yan Zhen, she would agree to his proposal, so he released the news early.

This is confidence in your own strength!

Wen Zhiyao and Yan Zhen glanced at each other, and a sneer appeared on their white faces. He listened to Shizun's praise of Yan Zhen without hesitation, and he was naturally unconvinced.

And now, he has only one thought, and that is to abolish the swallow traces. Trampled him under his feet completely, and then went back with Yan Zhen to tell Shizun that he was inferior to himself.

"Hey, boy, are you ready to die?" Chi Zhong shouted with a gun.

Wen Zhiyao glanced at him, his eyes flashed coldly, "Chi Chong, don't come here to get in the way, he's mine!"

"Wen Zhiyao, dare to rob my prey, it seems that we have to divide the winner in advance, and then decide who will kill him!" Chi Zhong tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a cold expression appeared on his face.

"Who's afraid of whom!" Wen Zhiyao drew his magic weapon and slashed at this opponent who was inseparable from him. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "I Want to Summoning the Immortal Emperor's Claw Book House" for free for the first time.